Once hailed as the youngest legal prodigy in New York’s history, Ethan Cross had it all—until the day he stepped on the wrong toes, challenged the wrong empire, and was buried beneath a mountain of fabricated charges.
He didn’t fight back.
Not then.
Because he knew: to destroy a system built on corruption, you don’t fight it from within.
You burn it from above.
For five years, he vanished. No phone. No press. No trace. Whispers said he broke. Rumors claimed he fled the country.
But behind closed doors, in courtrooms from Berlin to Seoul, under different names, he was rewriting the art of war through law. Learning not just how to win cases—but how to bring empires to their knees with a single clause.
Now, he’s back.
Not to prove his innocence.
But to remind them of what they created.
He doesn’t just defend anymore.
He prosecutes the powerful.
He sues billionaires like street thugs, tears through legal loopholes like paper, and turns courtroom battles into bloodbaths of precision and pressure.
Justice was never blind.
It was bought.
And Ethan Cross?
He just bought it back—with interest.
Cross Examination
When Ethan Cross walked into the courtroom that morning, no one took him seriously.
He was young, too young. Fresh out of a two-year disappearance, disbarred once for allegedly falsifying evidence—a charge he had never bothered to fight. People called him a washed-up prodigy, a cautionary tale.
But no one knew what he had been doing in those two years.
He wasn’t hiding.
He was studying—under the most ruthless trial lawyers in Europe, shadowing prosecutors in The Hague, dissecting over 10,000 case files, and perfecting a courtroom strategy so precise it could dismantle a witness with a single question.
Today was his return.
And his opponent?
The legendary Diane Mercer—Queen of Corporate Law, undefeated in 17 years.
The case?
A $2.3 billion class-action lawsuit against Zentech Industries, accused of poisoning water supplies across three states. Mercer represented Zentech.
Ethan represented the victims.
No one thought he’d survive the opening statement.
Until he opened his mouth.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” Ethan began, his tone calm, measured. “You’ll hear a lot of noise today. Expensive words, polished lies. But at the end of it all, one thing remains: children don’t fake tumors.”
Silence. The jury leaned in.
Over the next six hours, Ethan dismantled Zentech’s defense one piece at a time. Every time Mercer objected, he danced around it. Every expert she brought, he buried in contradictions. Every shred of 'evidence' she presented, he shredded with logic, precedent, and razor-sharp cross-examination.
By noon, the tide had turned.
By evening, the judge stared down at Mercer with visible disgust.
And as the verdict came in—Guilty. Full compensation. Public apology.—the courtroom exploded.
But Ethan Cross didn’t smile.
He simply picked up his briefcase, adjusted his tie, and walked out.
Because this was only the beginning.
The Empire Cracks
Three weeks after the Zentech verdict, Ethan Cross became a name corporate America feared to hear.
Law firms tried to poach him.
Networks begged him to give interviews.
He ignored them all.
Because he had his sights on something bigger—Delmar Group.
A shadowy conglomerate with ties to pharmaceuticals, defense contracts, offshore tax havens… and a long trail of lawsuits that mysteriously disappeared.
They were untouchable.
Until now.
The first strike came quietly.
Ethan filed a whistleblower case under seal in federal court, using a proxy client: a mid-level accountant who worked for Delmar’s Cayman subsidiary. Buried in a sea of documents was a pattern—Delmar had been intentionally overbilling the U.S. government for veterans’ medications, while underdelivering dosages to increase shelf turnover.
Within two days, Delmar’s legal team laughed it off.
Then the subpoenas hit.
Next came the leak.
A 16-page memo, allegedly internal, showing Delmar’s CEO greenlighting the scheme. The press swarmed.
Delmar’s stock dropped 11% in a single afternoon.
But Ethan wasn’t done.
He showed up to the emergency shareholder meeting uninvited. Walked in with no security, no entourage—just a black folder and his assistant. The room was full of power suits and cold stares.
The chairman narrowed his eyes. “Who let you in here?”
Ethan dropped the folder on the mahogany table.
“Inside,” he said, “is a breakdown of your offshore shell transfers between 2017 and 2022. We have traced the funds, linked the falsified documents, and prepared to hand it to the DOJ, SEC, and IRS—unless you agree to settle and dissolve three of your front companies within 48 hours.”
The room erupted.
“Do you know who we are?” one board member barked.
Ethan didn’t blink. “Yes. You’re a corporate empire built on fraud and fear.”
He leaned forward.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
By the weekend, Delmar Group announced a “voluntary internal restructuring” and paid a record $780 million settlement to federal agencies and victims.
Ethan Cross didn’t hold a press conference. He simply walked out of the courthouse, hands in his pockets, as cameras flashed.
And somewhere in a glass tower, a dozen CEOs watched him with a chill down their spine.
Because if he could take down Delmar…
no one was safe anymore.
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